❝ you get even cuter when you’re blushing. ❞ -Yusuke
tears of the kingdom // accepting
❝ is that so ? ❞
yusuke had never given much thought about it, though it would make sense that sora would find his blush charming. it made him curious more than anything, and he wished he could view himself through sora's eyes. perhaps it was his habit of looking away and hiding his face behind his hand that the other liked, or that that was one of the few times he showed his teeth while smile. the simplest answer that alluded yusuke, however, was that it was just him that made it cute.
❝ well, you'll have to take a picture next time and show me so i can better envision what you find so charming about my blush. you also have a rather beautiful blush, for the record. ❞
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things you said in the back seat of a cab - for lydia
Lydia couldn't recall the last time she felt this content. It felt like a lifetime ago. Maybe it was the perfect night she had, maybe it was the perfect company she found in Aaron, or maybe it was the fact that time had gotten away with them, a bit too much, and she found herself guzzling down a few too many cocktails. Maybe a combination of all three. Not one for drinking much, it had been a while and she couldn't remember what they tasted like. So, Lydia being Lydia, had to sample them all. Or as many as her body could tolerate without spewing over the floor; thankfully she wasn't enough of an idiot to get into such a state. But she wasn't drunk. Not in the slightest. Not that she was very convincing.
It had been another successful date, thus far. Aaron, with his charming smile, handsome looks, and ability to keep up with stimulating conversations, had managed to tear her away from work yet again without hesitation. She didn't even need much convincing which was progress for the workaholic. Or he simply mastered the powers of persuasion when it came to her, unlocking a part of her that she thought she lost long ago. A life outside of work? Who'd have thought that of her? Even she surprised herself. This was progress. The night was filled with laughter, much like other times before. Hours and hours of talking, about anything, about nothing, getting to know each other in more ways. Their conversation topics could deviate from each other, their days, and plans for the week, to people watching random people and making up theoretical conversations between strangers. It got creative; they decided that one man had came to nurse his losses after losing his money on the slot machines. A couple in the corner secretly hated each other and the woman was secretly screwing the postman. Another one looked like they got jilted at the altar or had attended their great aunt's cousin's husband's dog's sister's mom's funeral - the jury was out on that one. As time went on and more alcohol consumed, the stories got crazier which in turn had them erupting into fits of laughter. Everything was hilarious.
Now, she found herself in the backseat of a cab, sitting in comfortable silence next to him, the night drawing to a close much to her dismay. The smile still etched on her face though, an inebriated haze settling over her. They'd forgone road safety and not bothered with their seatbelts - she was too out of her mind to care too much about that anyway. Lydia found herself nestled beside him, though she couldn't recall when she scooted up to the middle seat. His arm wrapped comfortably around her and hopefully no intention of moving any time soon, and she snuggled up closer to him almost by instinct. Apparently, a non-sober Lydia was a more physically affectionate type of Lydia, too. but she wasn't drunk. She decided she liked this closeness, liked being close to him more specifically, which was new and relaxing and probably a bit worrying...she was trying so hard to be cautious, to protect her heart but he was ticking all the right boxes. Made it so easy for her to just...be.
Tilting her head slightly so she could peer up at Aaron, a lazy smile crossed her lips. Looking at him felt like discovering a new colour. His eyes were mesmerising, she could stare into them all day. And don't get her started when he called her 'boss.' Enough to make her weak at the knees, half worried it would potentially scare him off - though he proved time and again he wasn't going anywhere any time soon - or that he would stop.
"I think I quite like you, you know," she mumbled in her little daze, finally breaking the comfortable silence, humming happily as she smiled up at him. The close proximity made her realise, if she just leaned up a little more, they could be close enough to kiss. The thought became more tempting with each passing second between them, her eyes gravitating toward his lips as she wondered what it would feel like, what they would taste like against hers. Warm and inviting? She wondered. Would it feel like sparks flying? An enchanting dreamlike state? But then what happened to her trying to take things slow?
Fuck slow, a little voice in her head was telling her. The moment came and went though, as she started rambling once again. "Yes. I do...you're nice but not the kind of Boring Nice Guy vibes. Your parents must have wonderful genes because you are very attractive and I know looks aren't everything, but that's fine because your personality is just as much so..." Was she making sense? Her words probably slurred together, but once she started it was difficult to stop. "You refer to me as 'boss' a fair bit which further proves you've got your head screwed on which, in that case, is another tick of the boxes. Doing great so far in the class of Lydia..." A content sigh fell from her lips. Her nimble fingers absentmindedly tugged the zipper of his jacket, dragging it down, then up again for no reason other than she felt like it. "And dare I admit, you might be right after all. In an unexpected plot twist, it turns out that I may well have a heart after all. Apparently, your deep dive expedition is working. You've found the key and unlocked it, I fear." A faint hint of pink lightly coloured her cheeks. Was she blushing? No...Lydia did not blush. It was the alcohol buzzing through her system, and maybe the heat in the cab was turned up too much. Looking away from him then, she rested her back in its original position, letting her eyes flutter shut, albeit she was still awake. "Your ex-wife was such an idiot, leaving you..."
@overnightheartbeats | things you said prompts - accepting!
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